Carolina QuotesIf we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution-then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise.
Aldous Huxley Connected to the Carolinas
Source
"Wanted, a New Pleasure"
- work
- Music at Night and Other Essays (1931)
- year
- 1931
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“If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five …” Aldous Huxley. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-38681A5351. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/38681a5351
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